[Author’s note: this story takes place PRE-COVID19. stay safe out there people. Skip to the XXXX if you’re here for the sex!]
I stood at the bus stop, waiting for bus number 48 to take me back to my apartment. It was late and rain was pouring down, my spine was chilly from rain running down the back of my shirt. I shivered. It had been a hell of a long day, and I just wanted to get home. I closed my eyes, breathing out a deep sigh of frustration. I’d missed the last bus of my number by less than a minute and I swear to God that driver made eye contact with me and laughed at me as he drove on.
Suddenly I felt a very small tap on my arm, followed by a voice that could only be described as luxurious. “Excuse me, sir, but do you mind telling me which bus goes to this address?”